Spell Players at Hogwarts

They say that a daughter is her father’s caring little cotton-padded jacket, so why is a younger sister an older brother’s?

(Maybe...a leaky cotton waistband?)

Bain felt very sad. First, the tribesmen had different political opinions, and then, he, the leader of the tribe, was stabbed in the back by his most beloved sister.

The leader of the centaur tribe is not the right one!

(This is not a worry for readers, don’t… and you can’t!)

After listening to Nia's words, Bain only felt the veins on his forehead bulging, and the bursts of bulging pain were the strong beating of the centaur's two hearts...

"I'll go, I'll go!"

Bain said very loudly. Based on the basic theory of quarrels, 80.00% of the time, the winning party is the one who has the greatest peace of mind.

"But...brother, you haven't even been out of the Forbidden Forest." Nia said the most heartbreaking words tactfully. Suddenly, Bain felt a tightness in his chest, as if a mouthful of old phlegm was stuck in his throat.

"Hurry up, Cedric, your chance has come." Lynch said calmly to Cedric, "Now, Brother Bain has phlegm stuck in his throat and his mind is muddled, you know what to do, right? ?”

Cedric:? ? ? ?

He made a slight gesture of the height difference between the two.

"So, are you sure I can hit him in the face if I jump up?"

"Same goes for hitting the knee."

"I……"

"I will... I will get the scepter back." Bain's fists were clenched tightly, but this could not help the centaurs' current tragedy at all.

Therefore, a race that can use magic has no ability to resist magic at all. If it falls behind, it will be beaten. Taizu will not deceive me.

Bain left. As the leader of the tribe, he still needs to preside over all the aftermath work.

"Sorry, Principal Dumbledore, brother... he may not be in a good mood." Nia bowed apologetically.

"No need to apologize, Miss Nia, I can understand the mood of Leader Bain, but can you tell me about the scepter now?"

"That is a sacred object inherited by the centaurs." Nia sighed softly, "The scepter of Asclepius."

"It sounds like the name of a Greek wizard." Dumbledore paused, "Can you be more specific?"

“Asclepius was the son of Apollo, the sun god, and Colonis, the princess of Thessaly.

But when Colonis became pregnant, he fell in love with the mortal Iscus.So the angry Apollo sent his sister, the moon god Artemis, to shoot her to death.

At the time of his cremation, Apollo rescued the unborn Asclepius from the corpse and gave him to our great ancestor Chiron the Sage to raise.Chiron raised Asclepius and taught him medicine and hunting. "

"What a... story." Dumbledore opened his mouth, but no good words came to mind.

"Come to think of it, Apollo, the sun god, must also have a horned helmet." Lynch couldn't help but sigh, "Then what happened next?"

"Later, Asclepius's medical skills became more and more sophisticated, and he obtained a vial of the incredible blood of Gorgon from the goddess of wisdom Athena: taken from the left blood vessel, this was a fatal poison; but if taken from the right blood vessel, the blood can bring people back to life.

The great god Zeus was very angry about this, because it threatened the "immortality" that only gods possess, so he struck Asclepius to death with a thunder.

The enraged Apollo retaliated by shooting Cyclopus, the one-eyed giant who forged thunder arrows for Zeus.Zeus was furious and sent Apollo to Troy to build a wall for mortals, but he also raised Asclepius into the sky and turned into the constellation Ophiuchus.Later, people also regarded Asclepius as the god of medicine, and out of gratitude for the teachings of the sage Chiron, the god of medicine gave the snake staff he used to the sage Chiron. "

"So, actually this centaur in the Forbidden Forest is orthodox?" Lynch scratched his head, "What about the Greek side?"

"Greece suffered a disaster at that time. Even the wizard hiding in the Acropolis of Athens was not spared from the wrath of the gods. For the sake of fire, our tribe stayed away from the land of Greece." Nia said briskly.

"Although it's just some myths and legends, the priest mother shouldn't lie to me."

"This is indeed a magnificent story." Dumbledore looked very touched. "So, the scepter of Asclepius was stolen? What exactly does it look like? Why would a wizard focus on the Centaur? Where’s the snake staff?”

"I don't know, the starlight of Ophiuchus tonight is very dim, which indicates death and distance." Nia's expression was sad, "Originally, I was praying, but a man covered in darkness suddenly appeared in the sacrificial hall. Look, It seems like it already knows the whereabouts of the scepter.”

"In this case, the one that attacked the centaurs before...wasn't a voluptuous bat at all?" Lynch said with some regret. He was still very concerned about this magical animal that has been recorded but never confirmed. curious.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not all true." Firenze said rigorously, "Nia, did you see that person's face clearly?"

"You can't see clearly. His whole body is shrouded in darkness, and he looks very blurry."

"Blurry?" Lynch was secretly alarmed. Could this familiar mosaic look be the same guy he saw in Professor Snape's office?

"So that's it?" Dumbledore nodded, "Then the scepter..."

"Such a thick wooden cane!" Nia said quickly, "I don't know what material it is made of, but there is a black snake with a strange shape coiled on the top of the staff."

Nia was gesticulating as she spoke, and her movements were so intense that people slightly ignored the description of the language.

But Dumbledore was still Dumbledore, and his concentration was unmatched by these young men.

Probably...this has a lot to do with age.

"Is that so? I probably understand." Dumbledore nodded, without any unnecessary expression on his old face.

"I'm really sorry to trouble you, Principal Dumbledore." Firenze looked apologetic, but Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction.

Probably... you are happy that you have found a new place of origin?

Apart from anything else, the horse people are very good at runic astrology.

"Please help us. This scepter is really important to the centaurs tribe." Nia said pitifully, but Dumbledore still looked at Firenze gently.

This is probably the difference between a wise man and a young man, Cedric agreed, looking like he wanted to smash his own ribs.